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Good morning. It is Monday once again and thus you are hearing from me once again.

The action yesterday was, I'm sure you're all shocked to hear, all taking place in Town, with Mrs. Argentum and the Little Miss were making a Father's Day breakfast for Mr. Argentum, and they- Mr. and Mrs. Argentum, that is, the Little Miss mostly being focused on the pancakes, solid show of priorities right there- discussed what they ought to do to celebrate the day. Mr. Boc stopped by J,GoB for his usual cinnamon roll, and was confronted with questions from the staff regarding his plans for Father's Day. A gambit that ended rather awkwardly as Mr. Boc does not have a father. I also grew up without a father, so you're in- well, you're in company, Mr. Boc. Suppose whether it's good is entirely subjective.

Stark was in the park. *squirrely chitters* Yes, thank you, I'm aware that was a rhyme. I'm sure no one's ever pointed that out before. Continuing on, I stopped to chat with him about my plans for lunch. The squirrels are giving me judgemental looks for not having a 'juicy' conversation, whatever that means.

At the Stark-Rogers residence, Mr. Rogers was concerned about Mr. Stark, and eventually coerced him out of his laboratory for a meal.

And that, everyone, is all of note that happened yesterday.

Monday morning meant another clinic shift. As always.

The weather was a little questionable today but Stark was planning on being inside for his shift. It would be rather odd for the clinic to suddenly be outside but this was an odd island.

He had coffees for the nurses, as always, but he hadn't brought himself anything to eat and was regretting that life choice.

Stabby, meanwhile, was just chilling in his tank with a bagel that he was definitely not sharing.

The clinic was open, the alien was in and hungry, and the crab was possibly taunting him.

Your teachers looked much less horrifically hungover this morning, so good job to Anakin and Ahsoka. "Good morning, everyone," Anakin began. "I trust your weekends were filled with brooding about your fathers or father-figures."

He'd been in Fandom a long time.

"Hopefully your homework helped distract from that," Ahsoka said with a dryness that made it clear she had not expected it to.

"Whoops," Anakin said, not looking or sounding sorry.

After Anakin had learnt his lesson from the quality of the things he was given for their homework (let's be real, he never would), Ahsoka continued, "Today's task will be helpful for those of you interested in a future in politics. Because it's going to be slightly less frustrating."

Anakin nodded. "Get all of the banana into the bottle," he said, pointing to the eight tables and the objects on them: a green wine bottle with a stopper attached with a combination lock, and a banana. "You cannot break the bottle. The bottle cannot leave the table. The fastest person to get all of the banana into the bottle wins."

The banana, they didn't mention, was frozen, and the bottle was filled with Jello. Good thing there was a closet filled with moddable objects on the other side of the classroom, right?

"Your time starts now."

Vi's plan of doing her homework for Anakin's class last minute and from things she could find in the shop had hit an unexpected stumbling block. After all, it wasn't like she had an abundance of middle aged men in her life she was good enough terms to ask for advice here, and she most definitely had never had any interest in the contents of Vander's bedside table.

So don't mind her as she kept looking through the inventory for inspiration.

The weekend had been a really good one, and yesterday had been spent...well, not too much differently than some of his days, but with that extra bit of warmth and happiness in it for having had a good Father's Day, even if it still broke his brain a little bit that he was even qualified to be celebrated for something called Father's Day. But it put him in a pretty great mood that morning as he headed to the shop, whistling the theme from one of the Disney movies they'd watched with Noctra yesterday, and he got to work, doing a bit of organizing and reshelving around the store before settling in front of the computer to check his emails and work a little bit on a project for Liz's birthday coming up.

He should probably throw something together for Ignis and Liliana, too. But the nice thing about being such a trigger happy photographer is that he had plenty of material to work with for this sort of thing!

The Photo Hut is open!

Summer had gotten ahead of Apu a little bit and saw what days he might be celebrating and seized an opportunity to jump on at least one holiday for herself. Which meant that Turtle & Canary was getting a new temporary friend, because it was Take Your Cat to Work Day, and so Pancakes was definitely coming with her.

Of course, Summer did realize there was a problem with this whole plan the moment Pancakes caught sight of the canary, which was definitely on Summer. But sometimes, you know, you just forgot about those guys, you know?

She was keeping an eye on them both between her inventory and orders, and feeling glad that the holiday Apu was leaning into today was Fresh Veggie Day, which was normal and lead to useful discounts on produce...as long as you ignored that Apu was wearing a broccoli costume, anyway.

Summer was definitely ignoring the broccoli costume.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Cannoli
Tortilla
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Liliana glared down at the box on her desk like it had personally offended her. Because it had, by the sheer virtue of not being exactly what she wanted.

"That's all?" she asked in disbelief. "In the entire store, that's all. Not even twenty!" She glared down harder at the box in question, but the numbers did not change no matter how hard she willed it so.

Ugh.

Fine then, she'd start with this poor lot, she supposed. If she couldn't find something suitable here, she'd just move on. Ravnica, probably, or possibly Kaladesh? She'd heard stories of famed craftsmen in Fiora, perhaps she could find some time to take a little 'Walk there and see if those stories were true...Though that would make this little project of hers far more complicated and far more difficult to keep secret until it was ready.

Annoyed all over again, she dumped the box out onto the surface of her desk. The rings tumbled out in a series of soft metallic clangs. Once she had all eighteen laid out in front of her, she began the winnowing process. "No...no....ugly...no...cursed...hmm, potential, perhaps...no...no...useful but ugly...absolutely not, whoever designed this should be ashamed...useless...no...boring...no..."

Abyss, this was going to take forever. Why were most artificers cursed with such appalling taste in jewelry?

In their usual bid for small talk, the staff at J,GoB had asked Boc, when he came in for his usual cinnamon roll, if he had any plans for Father's Day, but he didn't even know what that was, and had to explain that he didn't really have a father. He didn't have a mother, either, at least not any more, and telling them that made him feel all awkward and sad and so as soon as he could, he thanked them for thr cinnamon roll and went scampering off to his corner.

He wasn't really that hungry anymore, though. But it was still delicious, so he was just making slow work through the pastry while brooding and wondering what he could work on making that week to make his mother proud.

[[ work is actually slowish? So definitely open for all your baked good needs! ]]

Sometimes it was just good to be outside. Today was one of those times for Stark. It wasn't particularly sunny but the weather was pleasant and there were birds to watch (and hopefully no raccoons watching him).

He ought to be spending more time outside, really. Maybe this week's potential hobby would be one that was done outside.

He had his phone out, idly looking up ideas for outdoor activities (and making note of some to never mention anywhere Anakin might be able to hear him), and sipping an iced coffee from the Perk.

[open park is open. because it's a park. that's how they work.]

Good morning, everyone, and welcome to another Saturday of the news as presented by the drunken squirrels who spy upon us all. It's fine. It's perfectly fine. I remain Miss Lydia Bennet, here to read said notes to the best of my ability given the squirrels' atrocious handwriting.

Let's begin, shall we, with the school, where Relax and Chill took naps, whilst Galactic Tourism visited Hoth, which is so cold Mr. Rand complained. Dr. Blake talked with his First Aid students about what to do when the situation is rather unexpected.

We've no notes for the dormitory; the porg and I have talked about this; on to the town, where Miss Zarrin was I'm sure hard at work at Plant Parenthood, whilst at Turtle & Canary a celebration of some sport with a soft ball was ongoing. At the Trooper Station, Detective Watts was confronted by quite a lot of oranges, and Mr. Grant planned to take some of them home with him after luncheon. At her warehouse, Miss Skywalker was likewise faced with a plague of round objects, but hers were not delicious oranges but rather "ping pong balls," which are apparently plastic, and which she warned Dean Skywalker of, lest he slip and fall and break a hip. Lastly, Mr. McGarrett was at his home looking for food, which I should certainly hope he has, and Mr. Williams wanted to discuss his activity levels. Apparently Mr. McGarrett was upset he was not chosen for Dean Skywalker's Wednesday madness, and I cannot imagine why. I'm not sure I shall ever get the stains out of that dress, and that's with magic.

That is the last of my notes, dear listeners, so I shall bid you farewell until next week. Remember: avoid the park on Wednesdays if you value your clothing!

The floor of the warehouse was covered in scattered patches of ping pong balls. A problem, yes. And because they moved so much, it was more annoying than it was when Rey had to sweep up sand or whatever, so she levitated them into a crate.

A moment later, even more were spilling across the floor.

That time, Rey tested a theory by levitating them into the lava. (It had its uses.)

Yeah so anyway she was gonna be meditating in the middle of a floor full of ping pong bslls.

[Open!]

"Welcome," Lana said. There was a large crate with her, which she levitated with the Force to get it through the portal. "Today I imagine we're all melting," since the heat index in Baltimore was 100F, "so we're going somewhere cooler. I've got cold-weather clothing once we're through." She gestured after the crate. Nobody was going to have to put that on until you were actually where it was cool.

She walked through the portal and waited until they showed up, putting on her parka and inviting the others to do the same. Which they might want to, since they were in an ice cave.

Okay, "cooler" might be underselling it.

"Welcome to Hoth. One of the colder settled planets in the galaxy. Well, semi-settled." She waggled her hand. "That is, there are military bases for both the Empire and Republic here, along with outlaw settlements and scavenger and trader outposts. No shopping today, but there is a spectacular view." She led the way outside one everyone was suited up. The cave was halfway up a steep slope, overlooking a gorge with volcanic eruptions every so often that leaked hot rock, making the place a bit artistically foggy and somewhat warmer in places. Where the sun glinted off the ice, it glittered in blues and whites.

"I've got tea and coffee, and a bit of whiskey if you like, and you can take some time to appreciate the view and the cold, or you can carefully walk down to see the eruptions if you'd rather. I trust you to know where 'too close' is."

Then she was sitting on a rock and pouring herself a tea and whiskey.

There were oranges everywhere today. Which meant, yes, Watts was snacking while he worked. And also tucking a few away to take home later, because oranges.

"Let's talk about what to do if you don't recognize the problem. Your patient has a rash, but it's blue. They're not human, and their anatomy is really different. They were bitten by a radioactive spider, or their problem is caused by a magic spell. If you're unfamiliar with these issues, you may not be sure what to do, and that's okay. There's stuff even the most seasoned ER doc doesn't know.

"The first step is, obviously, not to panic. Take a deep breath. Take a moment, if you need to, and to the extent you can without endangering your patient's life. One time when I was in med school, things went badly wrong in the middle of surgery and the attending walked out of the room, scrubbed out, and then scrubbed back in and came back five minutes later and fixed the problem cool as a cucumber, because he'd taken those five minutes to gather his thoughts and figure out what to do, and that's stuck with me.

"Next, act like it's normal. I don't mean act like you know what you're doing. If your patient is lucid you can ask them all the questions you want about, 'Hey is your heart normally where a human kidney would be?' because hopefully they know better than you, but that blue rash? Don't freak out about it at your patient. It's just going to make them feel bad, and also doubt your ability to help them. Also, proceeding as you would otherwise is never the worst idea. Okay, so the rash is blue. Treat it like you would a rash that wasn't blue until you receive information that makes you change course. Radioactive spider bite? Find out how radioactive it is, obviously, and then treat it like a spider bite and, if indicated, radiation poisoning. It might not be the perfect course of action, but it'll get you farther than standing around doing nothing.

"What else do you think is important to keep in mind when the situation turns out to be not quite what you expected?" Don asked his students. "Let's discuss."

The classroom was dimly lit this week with all the pillows anyone could ever hope for. And not just because Jane was still deeply embarrassed about the weekend! Don't be silly.

It was because it was relaxing.

"So napping," Jane said. "Can really help when the body needs extra sleep."

"Or when you just don't want to deal with something." Don't say the quiet part out loud, Cara.

Rude!

"So, let's settle in," Jane said, wincing.

"Just close your eyes and enjoy not having to do anything," Cara added.

Batter up! It was World Softball Day, and of course Turtle & Canary was celebrating! Prompto didn't know much about softball (or most sports, really, save for football, and that he mostly knew about because of the Puppy Bowl), but he did think what Apu had set up today was really fun and cute! He'd set up a softball diamond on the floor with the Squishy machine as home base, there were sales on anything baseball related, and he'd even gotten jerseys and caps for the staff!

Even Prompto!

It was going to take some doing to figure out how to set the cap on his head without messing up his hair too much, but once he got it, it was going to be selfie city, especially with the cheese panda, who was looking so great in his own oversize jersey, and now he was just going to have to try really hard to not idly munch on some of the peanuts and Cracker Jacks being offered with each purchase.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Cupcake
Hot Dog
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Ethics class had been a lot for Eleanor yesterday, and while spending a good portion of the rest of her day out in the ocean swimming and then just sprawling out in the sand like a the beached jellyfish she felt like had helped a little, things still lingered going on over to today. It was almost enough to make her want to just curl up in her bed and refuse to come out, but she now shared her room with part of the reason she was feeling so terrible, so going to work just to avoid Luma better was actually the better option.

She did what she needed to do around the shop somewhat half-heartedly, and then made herself some tea and settled behind the counter with her dog-eared copy of The Waste Land, because, look, some people turned to cheap romances or beach reads for comfort reading material, and Eleanor turned to brooding apocalyptical modernist poetry.

Plant Parenthood is open!

“Today, students, we shall be visiting Petrified Forest National Park in Arizona! We do not wish to be late in arriving, punctuality is important so come along!”

Yes, Sam was in a bit of a rush but that was in no way due to his own tardiness ~~in posting class~~.

Once through the portal, Sam turned towards his students once more.

“There are a number of activities here! Most obviously, viewing the fossils! Ancient trees turned to stone. Perhaps you may be interested in one of several trails? Some are more difficult than others. I recommend visiting the visitor centers and museums! I also will be looking into the cultural demonstrations for the culture.”

“Go forth and become cultured and educated! Meet me back here at the appointed time!”

Hannibal nodded to everyone as they settled in. The front of the room featured a table with a number of identical silver cloches over dishes.

When everyone was ready and listening, Hannibal stood behind the table and spoke.

"While I like to think that food can truly be an art form and a beautiful thing, I am well aware that not everybody shares that opinion. Nor does everybody have that option. Art, preference, culture - many things affect how we think of food. One of those is economics. Availability." He looked at them all seriously. "Not everybody gets the best food. Not everybody gets food they can eat. Some people are lucky if they get anything."

He gestured at the dishes. "So. Each of you gets one of these covered dishes. No peeking. When you each have your own, we'll uncover them all. If you don't like what you have, feel free to try to get something else. Barter, bargain, trade, give away, or steal, whatever you like, remembering that you may still need to see each other later. Consider this a hands-on experience."

[OOC: If you play and want to do it randomly, just click a dish below and see what you get. But feel free to check them all out and mod your results for the most interesting playing. :) ]

I'm concerned about the theme you have going here.

"What theme?"

You don't see it?

Thor glanced over at the specials board.

Specials
Hurricane
Dark & Stormy
Tropic Thunder

"Ah. Well. Hurricane season is upon us."

Hopefully not upon us...

"Leave that to me," Thor said mildly as he dried a glass.

Tiny? Tiny was giving him a wide berth while he was "talking to himself," which suited Thor just fine.

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A G.E.D.

And a Give 'Em Hell Attitude

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Fandom Radio, Monday June 16th

Fandom Clinic, Monday 6/16

Creative Problem Solving, June 16, 2025 [Second period]

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [16/06]

The Photo Hut; Monday [06/16].

Turtle & Canary; Monday [06/16].

Infinite Consortium, Monday

J,GoB; Sunday Morning [06/15].

The Park, Sunday Noon-ish

Fandom Radio, Saturday, June 14

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Galactic Tourism, 2nd period

Trooper Station, Friday

First Aid (Fandom Style), Friday, Period 3

Relax and Chill, [Friday, 1st Period]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [06/13].

Plant Parenthood; Friday [06/13].

American National Park Tours with Sam Eagle, Thursday 6/12 2nd period

Philosophy of Food, 3rd period

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

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